From "A Word from an Expressionist" to be released Summer 2007

Where Am I

I am here but yet I’m not
My body goes through the motions of the day waiting for my soul to come along
I see glimpses of the soul but I can’t hold on
The induced coma, the forced sleep
Betrayal, heartache, rejection the cause
But what cures?
What awakens the lost soul?
Separate from the body, controlled by the mind
What sparks the love of self so vital to growth?
It is dependant on “I” it comes from “Me”
The walk to close the distance between soul and body
It is long, weary with so many “theys”
“They say, they heard, they want”
I stumble over “They”
I stumble over “Me”
I stumble over “I”
One day the soul will awake,
It will meet the body
The two shall fuse and become one
But for now the soul still ask
“Where Am I?”